Sunday, 30 November 2025

Who hath believed our report?


Prophets had delivered
Their report: telling of God's
Power and love, His Servant,
His coming, suffering and triumph:
A drum roll.  But had to ask:
Who hath believed our report?

Apostles have spoken: trumpets
With more certain sound, for they
Report what they have seen: a Man
Triumphant over sin and death
Sits glorified.  Still they must ask:
Who hath believed our report?

And feeble saints have whispered,
Or roared the report:
Written it on parchment or
Paper; printed it, broadcast it,
Posted it; yet still must ask:
Who hath believed our report?

The Lord Himself testified it;
The Father endorsed it, and Him;
The Holy Spirit joined His help
To men preaching in weakness.
Still They must send the challenge:
Who hath believed our report? 



Cullen, Moray, Scotland


Monday, 17 November 2025

Did you heed the word God spoke?

 

Did you heed the word God spoke?

May His grace be told!

Did you know God's word awoke?

Lo! His grace was bold!


Christ grew as a tender shoot

May His grace be told!

Desert sands around His root

Lo! His grace was bold!


Holden eyes could not discern

May His grace be told!

Beauties God would have us learn

Lo! His grace was bold!


Darkened hearts would not esteem

May His grace be told!

Beauties which are heaven's theme.

Lo! His grace was bold!


Now my lightened heart can see

May His grace be told!

What He bore He bore for me

Lo! His grace was bold!


(This continues thoughts I had on Isaiah 53 in varying poetic forms during 2020.)



St Anthony's Chapel on Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh


Saturday, 8 November 2025

Who hath believed ... ?

 

          The trumpet's clear note;

Yet ploughmen plough, tradesmen trade

          And courtiers court.




The Sea Front at Longniddry, East Lothian
The River Esk at Musselburgh